GhostWriter
GhostWriter
Aug 3, 2014

When you touched my hand and I smiled.

©2014 copyright Michael Cross
#love   #heart   #hope   #happiness   #smile   #feeling   #touching   #feels  
***poetry is touching souls***
a sky full of stars
a sky full of stars
May 11      May 11

.
although we may not

physically reach out

and feel , hand to hand ,

  across far distant horizons
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poetry is touching souls

Sky ✩✩✩ 5.11.2015

though I have not been publishing much...I have greatly enjoyed the intimate sense, imbibed through quietly reading some amazing work in the conscious moment

Thank You !
Touching my skin
Jack
Jack
Nov 12, 2014

~


Dreaming past snow drifts
Framing the distance
Starlight reflections
Closer than tomorrow
Touching my skin

                                                     ~
                              Through soft woolen mittens
                              Ski jacket hugs, turtleneck wishes
                              Snow angel dreams and icicle kisses
                              Slipping my heart inside of your pocket
                              Where it is warm, safe and secure
                                                      ~

­Calling in echoes
Across the white valley
Listen to the wind
Feel the wintry whispers
Touching your skin

DieingEmbers
Oct 28, 2012

I saw an old couple today holding hands

and smiled.

I loved the way they still craved one anothers touch, it made me smile
All you watch so Touching
Cheryl Lizka
Cheryl Lizka
Aug 14, 2013

All you watch so Touching
And mine is Touching too...
All you feel was Touching
And I'm feel was Touching too...
All you touch was Touching
All I touch was Touching too...

Everything...Touching me...
Every day...Toucing too...
What isn't Touching us?
If every day and everything
So Touching really much

But not making water under eyes

~Cheryl~

glass can
glass can
Jul 19, 2013

I want to touch my finger to the tip of your nose
then I'll get a spark from knowing all you know

Ormond
Ormond
Jul 18

Casements to the soul
Lovers find reaching in dark
O what hands can hold

#love   #haiku   #grace   #spirit   #senryu   #communion  

A touch is enough for a rush to send me reeling.
I've been wheeling and dealing my way through chaos only to have found Myself knee-deep in it.
I'm dying to get out,
Lying to try to save myself,
And fighting to get to you.
A touch is enough of a rush to send me to Heaven,
Enough of a rush to render me utterly speechless.

wordvango
wordvango
Nov 22, 2014

I have touched and been felt
up the one side
around another
fed grapes by naked nymphs on
Mount Vesuvius , well, almost, it
is in my head along with Sunflowers
painted by Van Gogh,
Poems varying from Dylan to
ELO
telephone calls to home
from Vietnam,
or memories of a log cabin
on Silver Lake in the middle of Michigan.

Or is it all made up?
Funny looking back through so many years,
it is all so clear,
or is it?

to never stop touching!
SE Reimer
SE Reimer
Mar 12      Mar 12

~

the true art of loving is
to never stop touching!

touching, holding,
caressing, stroking...
such is the nature of
love's connection;
a twine intertwined
through touch,
the stringing,
the fingering,
the fingers that clasp,
that reach out to grasp;
oh marvelous,
tenderest touch!

why is it that
any of us stop?
would we,
could we,
if we really knew?
that touch was a gift
one of the few
that gifts immortality,
gives liberality;
indeed,
would we
ever,
or
never
stop touching?

and God could only
know why
we would ever ask
to be left alone,
cold as a stone,
the untouchable we;
how could we deny
that one, that only
who for our heart longs
truest mate of our soul.

babies need it,
toddlers do it,
children want it,
teens use it,
young ones wish it,
lovers gift it,
mid-lifers pine and
seniors return to it...
there is never
a stage or
a cycle of life
where we should
or ever could
cease to be needing it
ever stop touching
or being touched.

for touch is
love's connection,
the umbilical chord,
a neuron cable,
the neutron bundle,
oh blanket of hope...
it feeds us,
a life line,
an air line
that needs us;
a love line to
the divine
that renews us,
and will
inevitably,
ultimately,
eventually,
totally
hold us,
as we walk
the path through,
eternity past,
present and
what is to come!

for touch...
indivisible from love,
and love never dies;
love never ceases!

yes,
the true art of touching is
to never stop loving!


~

post script.

we watched so many who loved
stop touching through the years
and then wonder what happened
as embers once hot grew cold.
touch is a gift,
to be shared
and not hoarded!

 
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